Post by IamQuailman on Oct 22, 2013 16:51:09 GMT -6
Conroy, this is like some Back to the Future shit.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Biff? I jumped in my sim delorian, punched in 1990, and hit the gas to 88mph. I get out and see the world around me is different. A world with out Chris Webber. Sure I see a couple boners like Rodman on the Celtics. But I ain't scared of that pussy shit. I stop into a shop, grab a soda pop, and then fall out of a tree. This is where Conroy's mom from the past finds me. She takes care of me, nurses me back to health, coaches me into the greatest GM ever, neglecting his past self. She told me "Never give up, never surrender. go get em, Calvin Klein". And I said "Ok." So I walk up to the 1990 Week 21-22 sim night entitle "Enchanted Under the Sea", and see that I face the Celtics. The old me, back in 2000s, would've quivered in my boots. But no. Not this Quailman. I walk into this sim and instantly repeatedly beat that ass in not 1, but 2 games. TWO GAMES. Enchanted Under the Sea? More like "Enchanted under MY SEMEN".
Just before i knocked your lights out you see this. A golden glimmer in the background fading. A golden glimmer from 2002. A championship glimmer. Fading. Fading fast. The future has changed forever, and you'll never win a ship. You think you do, toting your 2006 Sports Almanac and shit. But wait, look down. The words are fading and reappearing. Pictures of webber are smearing into nothingness. Look down, now back up. BOOM. Channing frye hops out the delorian. Yeah, he decided to hop in my car for a timestream joy ride; we ride or die brothas. He slaps you in the face with his huge cock and you pass out. But no, not for long. Smelling salts make you come to as i show you a new 2006 sports almanac; one that shows no Celtics championships and a few Bucks ones. You don't understand; you're lost. BOOM; i throw you into the delorian and take you on a crazy Universal Studios ride through the future to see all the world wearing Milwaukee Bucks gear with D-Wilk, Curry Man, and Agent Zero splattered on adverts everywhere.
We come back, and you ask what's going on?
I say "you're my bitch, that's what's up." Me and channing roll out.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Biff? I jumped in my sim delorian, punched in 1990, and hit the gas to 88mph. I get out and see the world around me is different. A world with out Chris Webber. Sure I see a couple boners like Rodman on the Celtics. But I ain't scared of that pussy shit. I stop into a shop, grab a soda pop, and then fall out of a tree. This is where Conroy's mom from the past finds me. She takes care of me, nurses me back to health, coaches me into the greatest GM ever, neglecting his past self. She told me "Never give up, never surrender. go get em, Calvin Klein". And I said "Ok." So I walk up to the 1990 Week 21-22 sim night entitle "Enchanted Under the Sea", and see that I face the Celtics. The old me, back in 2000s, would've quivered in my boots. But no. Not this Quailman. I walk into this sim and instantly repeatedly beat that ass in not 1, but 2 games. TWO GAMES. Enchanted Under the Sea? More like "Enchanted under MY SEMEN".
Just before i knocked your lights out you see this. A golden glimmer in the background fading. A golden glimmer from 2002. A championship glimmer. Fading. Fading fast. The future has changed forever, and you'll never win a ship. You think you do, toting your 2006 Sports Almanac and shit. But wait, look down. The words are fading and reappearing. Pictures of webber are smearing into nothingness. Look down, now back up. BOOM. Channing frye hops out the delorian. Yeah, he decided to hop in my car for a timestream joy ride; we ride or die brothas. He slaps you in the face with his huge cock and you pass out. But no, not for long. Smelling salts make you come to as i show you a new 2006 sports almanac; one that shows no Celtics championships and a few Bucks ones. You don't understand; you're lost. BOOM; i throw you into the delorian and take you on a crazy Universal Studios ride through the future to see all the world wearing Milwaukee Bucks gear with D-Wilk, Curry Man, and Agent Zero splattered on adverts everywhere.
We come back, and you ask what's going on?
I say "you're my bitch, that's what's up." Me and channing roll out.
credit loco for photoshop
